Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)
Chapter 66

Chapter 66

After she finished speaking, Veronica shot Matthew a sharp, cutting look.

Still seated on the couch, he frowned tightly and looked at her intently.

An... orgy?

He had no idea why she would say such a thing, but it was clear she had misunderstood him completely.

Sitting up, he scooched to the center of the couch and tapped the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray. No longer could he be bothered to stop her from drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

And so, Veronica carried a few bottles of wine over to the table and began drinking by herself.

Glass after glass she downed.

As she drank, she cursed him out. "You're a son of a b*tch. How could I have fallen to this point if it wasn't for you? I hate you."

Polishing off the glass, she poured herself another. Pointing at Matthew, she hiccuped before threatening, "I'm going to drink all of your wine and I'm going to make you go broke. You're a d*chebag, just like Tiffany. You're shameless and despicable capitalists who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals. I hate you. I hate you..."

Even though she reeked of alcohol and had drunk so much that her entire face was red, Veronica still persisted.

With a thunderous expression, Matthew snubbed his cigarette butt out in the ashtray before standing up and taking her wine bottle away. "I'll take you to rest."

Even though she hadn't told him what on earth had happened, he knew she wasn't in a good mood.

That was why he allowed her to vent her anger.

However, it wasn't good for her to be drinking so much so early in the morning.

"I... Hic! I don't want to."

Ignoring her protests, he picked her up into his arms and headed toward the bedroom.

Although Veronica was leaning against his chest, she struggled restlessly, kicking her feet and smacking him in the chest relentlessly with her hands. "Put me down, you b*stard! If you touch me again, I'll... I'll castrate you!"

As the word 'castrate' hit his ears, Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger seemingly even from his pores.

Yet, in the end, he still strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to argue with a drunken woman.

"Son of a b*tch! You're all sons of b*tches... You're no different from the Larson Family. I hate you all... I hate you..." As he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. "Come another drink! A toast to you, Matthew Kings." Closing her eyes, she mumbled, "Cheers to you being impotent for the rest of your life. Cheers to your children and your grandchildren. Ha! Your children... and... grandchildren..."

Veronica finished cursing him out and her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged the blanket to herself and fell asleep with a snore.

Standing next to the bed, Matthew was furious. With one hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all the while glaring at the woman sleeping in bed.

D*mn her!

It was a miracle he could tolerate her yelling at him like that.

After all, there had been a moment when he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely by showing her whether he was truly impotent or not.

Right then, he heard the sound of sobbing.

Stiffening, Matthew glanced down at her trembling figure on the bed and listened intently, only to discover that she was crying.

Her sobs were soft.

As if her sobs carried power, he could feel the softest corner of his heart clenched, suffocating him and making his chest cavity ache hollowly.

The feeling was utterly terrible.

As Matthew rounded the bed, he discovered that Veronica was crying with her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat down opposite her, thereafter helping her wipe her tears away. "What's the matter?" he asked, his voice extremely gentle.

As he did so, he reached out to rub her back with his other hand, comforting her.

Yet, Veronica began to sob even worse, grabbing hold of him and crying all over his shirt. "The Larsons are such bullies, Mom! The b*stard Matthew is such a bully as well..."

Mom?

Matthew knew she could no longer tell who he was because of how drunk she was.

And so, he placated patiently, "Don't cry. There's a good girl..."

His voice was unprecedentedly tender.

If Thomas could see this scene, he would be so shocked that his jaw would definitely open.

After all, his boss had always been a cold man who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was now treating Veronica with the utmost softness.

"I can't be good. If I am, I'll be hurt. They'll hurt me."

With her head burrowed in his embrace, Veronica cried like she was made of tears.

As she cried, she finally began to fall asleep while still holding onto him.

Only after she finally quieted did Matthew let out a slow breath.

Yet, from beginning to end, he hadn't complained about her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that wasn't what he was focused on.

For a long time, he held her as she slept.

While he held her, he played with her hair, running his slender fingers through her fine strands. As he studied her devastatingly beautiful face, he couldn't help lifting a hand and tracing her cheek with his fingers.

Finally, his index finger landed on her mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender petals that were her lips.

Deep in her sleep, Veronica was completely unaware of this unintentional act, in which Matthew was stoking his own fire and causing his own body to become heated.

Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss to her lips.

Though he could still smell the cloying scent of alcohol as he did so, he could also taste the sweetness of her lips. It tasted like no other.

"Mmph..." Somewhat unused to his nearness, she raised her hand in sleep to smack his cheek.

Of course, this was completely by accident.

Nonetheless, Matthew paused in his tracks and glowered at her with all the darkness of the sky before a thunderstorm.

"D*mn you!" he scolded, replaceing it hard to extinguish his irritation.

And then, once again, he pressed his lips to hers. However, he was no longer as gentle this time, treating her particularly roughly and savagely instead.

With the tip of his tongue, he parted her lips and penetrated her mouth, sucking on her tongue as punishment.

Yet, in the next second...

"Ugh..."

Seemingly sensing the discomfort in her stomach in her sleep, Veronica couldn't help retching

No matter how calm Matthew was on a regular day, he had no way of being calm at this moment.

Immediately, he let go of her and rolled out of bed to stand next to it, so furious that he tossed another blanket on top of her so that he wouldn't have to be angered by looking at her face. "Ugh... Ugh..." Underneath the blanket, she was still dry retching.

However angry he was and however much he felt like throttling her, he eventually

quelled the anger within and walked behind her to pick her up and gingerly carry her to the bathroom.

Once he deposited her over the toilet bowl, Veronica began to throw up like there was no tomorrow.

The stench that flooded the entire bathroom made him feel like he couldn't stay a moment longer.

Matthew's patience had been completely depleted by now. He flushed the toilet multiple times, wishing he could leave her alone in the bathroom.

Yet, whenever he let go of her, she began to topple toward the floor.